Han Li slept uneasily.
His whole body was as hot as fire, and at the same time it was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Countless roaring and shattered illusions pushed and enveloped him, and crowded blocks of color competed to occupy his sight.
He saw a pale wrist hanging down in the darkness. The bones were so thin that they were stretched out from under the thin skin, like broken dead branches. It was as if he could see life draining rapidly from the flesh bit by bit. .
Han Li shuddered - he still remembered that hand, warm and soft, gently stroking his back.
Then, devoured by the disease, he quickly became dry and emaciated, like a skeleton covered with flesh.
He moved with difficulty, trying to catch the hand, but the rapidly spreading darkness swallowed up the pale wrist in the blink of an eye, leaving Han Li searching in vain in the darkness, shouting in panic and horror: "... Mother!"
At this moment, an irresistible force suddenly came over and strangled his throat tightly with suffocating force. Han Li struggled and could almost hear his throat bones rattling in the man's palm. , the pungent smell of sweat and the strong smell of gunpowder spread into his mouth and nose along with the blood, and he heard the foreign accent whispering in the dark, whispering an unfamiliar language in a malicious tone.
Dizziness, pain, fear, despair.
It transformed into countless dark monsters, opened its bloody mouth, and approached Han Li with a grin.
"boom--"
At this moment, a loud noise came, as if penetrating the boundary between illusion and reality, the boundary between dream and reality, like a deafening bell, suddenly pulling Han Li out of the crazy and chaotic darkness, he was confused. After blinking, everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a dazzling halo. The pale overhead lights and light blue ceiling rotated rapidly in the blurred vision, almost making him think that he was still in a dream.
The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant and traces of blood.
Han Li blinked his unfocused eyes with difficulty, his forehead was burning hot, his chapped lips opened and closed slightly, and he uttered a vague grunt.
Beside the bed, the beeping sound of instruments was disturbing and harsh. Through the thin wall, it seemed that countless noisy and chaotic sounds could be heard in the distance - footsteps, muffled sounds, and the sound of firearms, all merged into a noisy and chaotic sound. The river flooded into Han Li's senses in a chaotic manner. The strong sense of uneasiness and crisis was like a sharp and cold steel needle, piercing the back of his head.
Han Li's breathing was rapid, and he began to struggle subconsciously in a daze.
"Clang!"
He fell completely off the narrow hospital bed, and the fixture on his leg hit the edge of the bed heavily.
Although the effects of the anesthesia had not worn off, the intense pain still spread instantly along the numb nerves, causing Han Li to tremble and curl up, with cold sweat covering his pale forehead.
I don’t know since when, the sounds outside the door disappeared.
In his hazy state of consciousness, Han Li heard rhythmic footsteps coming from a distance in the empty silence. The hard soles of his shoes hit the cement floor, approaching steadily step by step.
Han Li was shaken, and a huge panic struck him instantly. He was shaking violently, dragging his uncontrollable body with all his strength, crawling hard towards the distance, trying to escape from the approaching danger.
The footsteps stopped beside the bed.
Han Li turned his head in panic, trying to catch the source of the sound, but his blurred vision was still completely white.
Immediately afterwards, a strong force suddenly hit him, and strong arms went around his back and legs, hugging him up.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Han Li freeze. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other party's clothes, and his body, which was limp due to the anesthesia, fell into the stranger's chest.
The clear and cold breath enveloped him instantly.
The bitter taste of grass is mixed with the hot smell of drugs and the cold metallic smell, which unexpectedly blends into a comforting feeling.
Han Li stopped struggling - in his chaotic subconscious, he remembered this smell.
Amidst the sharp sound of guns and the man's curses mixed with foreign accents, the same solid arms pressed his whole body between his chest. This smell densely wrapped him, blocking out all the blood and danger.
In the deep dark night, he was tortured by pain and woke up in and out. In the interval between waking up and falling into unconsciousness, he felt that he was being held in the same arms in the same posture. During the bumps, he could hear the other person's chest. The rhythmic heartbeat beat steadily like a lullaby, with a reassuring magic. Amidst the whistling wind, he heard a man's deep voice coming from above:
"Hold on, kid."
Han Li somehow relaxed and buried his hot forehead into the other person's arms.
Shen Kong hugged Han Li and walked back to the bed, feeling a little surprised.
According to the efficacy of sedatives, even adults would not wake up until at least two hours later, but Han Li not only woke up early, but even climbed out of bed and dragged his body several steps away. Shen Kong didn't know whether to be surprised or admired by his willpower.
He looked down at Han Li in his arms, his dark eyes filled with scrutiny that was hard to ignore.
The child's pale forehead was soaked with sweat, and his cheekbones were sickly red. His eyes rolled uneasily under his thin eyelids, and his thin little hands clenched his clothes convulsively, and he drowsily moved his hands towards his chest. He crawled into his arms and looked really pitiful.
Shen Kong bent down and put Han Li back on the bed, and when he was about to straighten up, he found that the skirt of his clothes was still tightly grasped.
He frowned slightly and reached out to try to free the hem of his clothes from the little hand, but surprisingly he didn't pull it.
Shen Kong had a headache.
He had just dealt with a wave of mercenaries sent by the Han family outside. Although he didn't know when the next wave would arrive, the other party probably wouldn't give up so easily. He couldn't waste time here.
But even if your sense of morality is as weak as Shen Kong, you can't break a child's hand.
He patiently coaxed: "Be good, let go."
Can't pull it.
Shen Kong's forehead twitched, and he tried his best with his hands, but he still couldn't break free without hurting Han Li. He began to lose patience, and threatened with gritted teeth:
"Kid, if you don't want your hands anymore, I'll take them off..."
Han Li's pale and thin fingers clenched a little tighter.
Shen Kong: "..."
Suddenly, the system's mechanical sound sounded in his ears: "It has been detected that the mission target is in a coma and fragile state. It is recommended that the correctional officer gently comfort the mission target to reduce the impact of stress trauma on the mission target's outlook on life and improve the completion of the mission -"
After hearing the system's words, Shen Kong suddenly became enlightened.
Yes, Han Li is in a coma. It's too hard to think about arguing with a comatose person!
He took out a knife from his pocket, cut open the piece of fabric that Han Li was holding on to, and then turned around and walked out without any hesitation.
system:…
It couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt: Don't they speak the same language? ?
three hours later
Shen Kong took out the deflated cigarette case from his pocket and skillfully poured it into his blood-stained palm -
Already empty.
He threw the cigarette box aside with some regret, letting the sticky scarlet blood on the ground dye the outer edge of the cigarette box an ugly maroon.
There were several empty magazines scattered around him, as well as several metal bullet casings that were still slightly warm.
Since the situation this time was not as critical as the previous life-and-death fights on the barren mountains, and these mercenaries were far less annoying to him than the kidnappers, Shen Kong controlled the extent of his attacks. In close combat, he would only stun him, even if He was forced to use thermal weapons and only target non-lethal parts to minimize unnecessary trouble later, but this doubled the difficulty this time.
Shen Kong turned his shoulders slightly and hissed softly.
The blue-purple sky outside the window has turned fish belly white, and the morning breeze has diluted the pungent smell of sex in the room.
Shen Kong frowned and looked down at his watch: 4:45.
It had been nearly 12 hours since he sent the message to Han Li's grandfather. Logically speaking, the Zhao family should have arrived by now, no matter how late it was.
Shen Kong had an ominous premonition in his heart. He quickly walked to his desk and turned on the computer.
The page is filled with news:
Zhao's holding company is suspected of a business scam. The main suspect is being investigated by the police and the company's funds are frozen.